Felltree Marsh red duck

her scent was tangled with one familiar, but the chieftain did not relent. "wrong answer," came harrowing growl.

he tried a gambit, bones tossed to the grimy floor of an abandoned den; "i take captive before you. sister?" he pressed, looking for truth beyond that veneer of defiant gleam.

he wanted a vengeance he had been ready to forget, and not even the threat of those protecting might ward him now. any tool to be used must be brought to hand. he had ghelan. he had not regained his dignity.